The hour of my salvation
I was at The Round on Monday and an old friend, Noah, was performing. I've noticed something different about him in this past year. I can't be certain but he seems to have that oh so odd and desirable peace of mind; he has found rest in his faith I believe (as Keith Green once put it). One of his songs was this jubilant, nearly awkward piece that climaxed with the declaration: "this is the hour of my salvation." Another love song chimed, "Julie, Julie, meet me at your doorway." They were refreshingly simple and yet finespun songs of beauty and acceptance. The audience and I were quite charmed. It was delightful. I'd like to know this rest and acceptance. It has been some time since I've asked God for such things; perhaps I'll re-familiarize myself with yet more dangerous longings such as these.
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"Nicole's Sunglasses"
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"Nicole's Sunglasses"
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